Luyện nghe bài hát Me, Myself & I (Freestyle)

Uh huh, Rob Got on the beat
We Ready?
Man this one of my favorite Beyonce songs, man
What up though, Yeah
Don

Man, one for the ones who hold me down so we forever on the rise
Long as I got charts, it's never me, & I
Straight up,
Man this one for the ones who cop the album and they ain't need a
All the plumbers, you know looking for the leaks
Been trying to find middle ground, like lines in the street
This show is just getting started, don't man take a seat
I got mom and bro around like better than the family
Did a show at House of Blues that shit was better than the
On the phone with my dad trying to handle out of hand
Reminiscing we to play 5-on-5, no hand to hands (ballin)
Funny man what all times meant to us
Girls ask me why they call me big, shit ambiguous
Rappers who was killin shit, lately I feel that shit
Ya'll used to didn't feel my shit and now ya'll "you hear this shit?"
Detroit niggas, say whats up doe, I be
Fresh as my IB, what up to Don C
The most improved player, me turn that I to a V
On my LP but by the time its IV
That's the fourth, don't be if I'm in first with (Holly's?)
We came a long way from having hands together like God
Do I really gotta emphasize, my mind out
Yeah I call that bitch the
I hop up on the song (MJ, I can't?), watch me hold my own
(Bitch I'm Sean?)

Verses standing out like it at 10 o'clock and its 10:05
Oh boy, I spit spiritual
Yeah I'm the but Underdog was a superhero too
And my city going through hell, need a miracle too
You're more about showing off, I'm about show and prove
braggin about so and so, like "Oh, he really it?
The new in rap? Well, can he really spit?"
Or do he just behind his skits like half of these rappers do
And then ya'll fucking go and praise him and his bitch like they savior of shit
I'm "Aw, man. Here we go"
I'm not the man I was a year ago
I learned that could be a merry-go
Moving at a still is the scenario
I learned some girls can fit the stereotype if they got a stereo
Crazy what a cold bitch'll do for trees
Type can't hold my hand even if they palm read
Got a good at home, yeah that's all me
I gave my number out on the outro I'm like "call me", real
Since they cut my umbilical, I pass in my physical
Yeah my woman is vegan, she got my ass trying food
I got her listenin to music that she listen to
Got her vibin to Nas, she like "Man, This what I missin, boo?"
I'ma do what I didn't do, all the ridicule is just
I'ma take this little profit, I gotta it, no reciprocal
Nigga, fuck arms, nigga open the safe
Respect in bitch like a gun on my waist
like I got a gun in my face
I treat my life I be runnin a race
Supa Dupa flow, up up and
You at the top, I'm on the way
come for your spot then I cum in your face
I trying to make I gotta have it to a habit
to the mathematics, I'ma add-it addict
Beware of the niggas who when your shit was abandoned
But there for the
hit after hit after hit
Somebody tell me what's the batting average
Sky Paradise, you niggas can have it
Clique rainin so hard, you can white water it

Man, we fucking around, man
off the top, on the spot, just fuckin around
We was in three cities today, man
Shout out to my old
Man, we been going as fuck
My nigga Xeno, Carcen, DJ Mo Beats, waddup doe
Amir, Key Wayne, Earl Mac, Dark Sky shit man
Boogie doe
Hey the album out tomorrow, man I believe this shit
I believe it
Hey doe Detroit
Man doe to my family, my friends, my fans
I do for ya'll
We put our hearts this shit
My damn near gone
I don't its like 5 in the morning
We ain't slept in days
We do this the heart man
And we did out our way
up, it's time to get it, yeah
Countin over money
up